[00:00.00]On the Mainland - Christy Moore
[00:15.18]I was over on the Mainland
[00:17.55]Doing me act in some old civic hall
[00:21.67]It was the night before we stormed the hackney empire
[00:26.30]My adrenaline got pumpin' when the crowd demanded more
[00:32.01]I couldn't sleep a wink
[00:33.76]So I turned on to the BBC World Service
[00:38.32]Comin' at me from New Delhi
[00:40.51]Or some other long lost Colonial shore
[00:47.07]When a lovely English man came on the wireless
[00:51.58]With a gorgeous  sweet dulcet Portland placed clipped tone
[00:57.16]He announced that the winner
[00:59.23]Of the 1995 Nobel Prize for Literature
[01:03.78]Was a British poet
[01:08.09]"Séamus Heaney from Londonderry"  sez he
[01:12.68]As cool as cool could be
[01:19.35]So I roared out for tea and toasted muffins
[01:23.79]And a pair of hard-boiled eggs to calm my nerves
[01:28.42]You never claimed George Best nor Alex Higgins
[01:32.60]Nor you never claimed Bellaghy's other boys
[01:37.22]But that's the way things are upon the Mainland
[01:41.54]Where the Quarehawks are still sucking
[01:43.72]The wee small birds' eggs dry
[02:19.64]I was over on the mainland
[02:21.94]Doing me act in some old civic hall